Sorcerer in the Marvel Universe

Earth was their prize.

Not yet ready for harvest, perhaps, but already marked.

For now, it was still a lamb.

Until it grew fat enough for the Burning Legion, they needed to keep it alive.

That meant cooperating, at least temporarily, with the sheepdogs guarding the flock, driving away every wolf foolish enough to steal their meal first.

When the time finally came...

The sheep would belong to them.

Using that line of reasoning, Evenson had successfully convinced the twins.

"So," he said, pointing toward the direction of the New York Sanctum, "the Masters of the Mystic Arts perform large-scale scans twice a day on a predictable schedule. With your abilities, avoiding those should be easy."

He turned back toward them.

"Next is S.H.I.E.L.D."

Sweeping a hand around the room, he continued.

"They like to think they’re everywhere, but they can’t watch every single person. As long as you behave like ordinary civilians, keep a low profile, and don’t set random people on fire..."

"...they’re unlikely to notice you."

Saltheril smiled confidently.

"When we needed to masquerade as mortals..."

Altheressa finished the thought.

"...even experienced demon hunters struggled to detect us."

"...and ordinary spies never stood a chance."

"I hope you’re right."

Evenson still wasn’t entirely reassured.

A master rogue from Azeroth might outperform any S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in stealth, surveillance, or infiltration.

But S.H.I.E.L.D. possessed advantages no rogue guild ever had.

Satellites.

Global communications.

Technology capable of watching someone from orbit.

His thoughts froze.

Orbit...

"Oh."

His expression changed.

"I almost forgot someone."

The twins looked at him simultaneously.

"Who?"

"Asgard."

Both sisters frowned.

Neither recognized the name, but Evenson’s tone alone suggested it deserved respect.

"They walked this world long before recorded history."

He smiled strangely.

"Back then..."

"...people called them gods."

The twins exchanged amused looks.

Gods?

They had buried plenty of those.

Saltheril spoke first.

"Throughout the Legion’s campaigns..."

Altheressa continued.

"...many beings worshipped as gods..."

Saltheril shrugged.

"...stood against us."

"They all fell."

That wasn’t an exaggeration.

During the War of the Ancients alone, the Legion had slain countless beings mortals considered divine.

Cenarius’s father, Malorne, had his neck snapped by Archimonde.

Agamaggan had drowned beneath endless demonic armies.

Aviana burned from the sky.

Others fell one after another.

Most had technically been demigods.

But Asgard?

Asgardians were, at the end of the day, simply extraordinarily powerful aliens.

Yes, they lived for thousands of years.

So did the night elves.

Longevity alone didn’t make someone a god.

"I wouldn’t call them gods either," Evenson admitted.

"If I had to compare them to anything..."

He paused, remembering another place that had caused him endless headaches.

"They’re something like the Halls of Valor."

"Their ruler is Odin, after all."

"The scale is smaller, but the concept isn’t far off."

"Guardians?" Altheressa guessed immediately.

The comparison made perfect sense to the twins.

The Halls of Valor on Azeroth had been one of the Titan Keepers’ great strongholds.

Odin’s domain.

A key Legion target.

The resting place of the Aegis of Aggramar.

Home of the Valarjar.

"If you put it that way..."

Evenson nodded.

"They aren’t Titan Keepers."

"But they do serve as this world’s protectors."

The similarities were surprisingly strong once he thought about them.

Then his expression grew serious.

"Asgard’s greatest problem is Heimdall."

"The guardian of the Bifrost."

"He can’t summon Valarjar the way Odin’s champions can..."

"...but his eyes can see nearly everything happening in this world."

Fortunately...

"My magic is unfamiliar to him."

Evenson allowed himself a small smile.

"And I’m careful."

"Every major summoning ritual is hidden behind concealment spells."

"If I weren’t..."

"...Heimdall would’ve found me years ago."

Heimdall’s vision truly was terrifying.

If the Asgardian wanted to observe something, very little could escape his notice.

Especially visitors who didn’t belong on Earth.

That caution was the real reason Evenson never cast large-scale rituals carelessly.

The Masters of the Mystic Arts were only half the problem.

He had no desire to wake up one morning surrounded by armored Asgardians demanding an explanation for his activities.

Altheressa frowned.

"That’s troublesome."

"Summoning the Burning Legion isn’t exactly subtle."

"If Heimdall’s vision is truly that extraordinary..."

"...we won’t be able to hide it."

"And if Asgard intervenes..."

She glanced toward her sister.

"The three of us won’t be enough."

Saltheril looked back at Evenson.

"You already have a plan."

He blinked.

"I do?"

She smiled knowingly.

"You’ve lived in this world for years."

"You’ve hidden yourself from beings like that while preparing to offer this planet to the Legion."

"Don’t tell me you’ve never considered how to deal with them."

Deal with them?

I’ve spent years making sure nobody discovered me because I never intended to summon the Legion in the first place.

Naturally...

He couldn’t say that.

Fortunately, improvising had become one of his strongest skills.

"My strategy is simple."

"We earn their trust."

"We put on sheepskins."

"We convince them we’re allies."

"When they see us performing a large-scale ritual..."

"...they’ll believe it’s simply another powerful spell."

"Not an act of betrayal."

He smiled faintly.

"Once the Legion actually arrives..."

"...everything else becomes irrelevant."

"’Put on sheepskins.’"

Saltheril rolled the phrase across her tongue.

"An apt metaphor."

Altheressa folded her arms.

"Are those all the major threats?"

"No stronger enemies?"

Evenson considered the question.

"None."

None that I’m willing to tell you about.

Saltheril nodded.

"Then you may leave."

Evenson blinked.

"...Seriously?"

That dismissal came remarkably fast.

Altheressa slowly licked her lips.

"Unless..."

"...you were hoping to stay and entertain us?"

"I’m leaving."

Immediately.

Without another word, Evenson headed for the door.

Just like Agatha.

No wonder she’s their subordinate.

The moment the door closed behind him, silence returned.

Altheressa glanced toward her sister.

"Do you trust him?"

Saltheril stood by the window.

Outside, neon lights reflected across rows of parked motorcycles in front of a building whose sign read Blue Flame Bar.

"Agatha believes he’s trustworthy."

Altheressa nodded slowly.

"And his loyalty to the Legion?"

Saltheril smiled.

"Based on everything he’s said..."

"I can say one thing with certainty."

She turned slightly.

"His loyalty to the Burning Legion..."

"...is exactly the same as ours."

Altheressa’s eyes narrowed with amusement.

"Then I have no further concerns."

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